Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lebanon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Marine Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Bourne,
The New Christs,
E-Dancer,
the Slits,
Can,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
Toni Rubio,
Joy Division,
Dawn Penn,
Main Source,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moss Icon,
This Heat,
Adolescents,
Barry Ungar,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scan 7,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Buckinghams,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brand Nubian,
Von Mondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Infiniti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Saccharine Trust,
X-101,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Basic Channel,
Ice-T,
Ituana,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Max Romeo,
Fugazi,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anakelly,
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.